Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.